The thought seemed to excite her. I let her talk. "Not that I'd mind. I'd love him to see me for what I am." "What are you?" "Well, nothing bad," she ...aid, "I'm just not his little girl anymore." "No," I said, "you certainly are not." Her lips paused on the rim of her glass. She looked at me, sensing a come-on. I hadn't meant it that way. "I didn't mean it like that." I looked down at her, a whole head shorter than me but only two years younger. Her hair, full and shiny and dark as anything,. It was seventh period history at my all girls high school. I’d been horny since this morning when I woke up from my wonderful dream – but I was running too late to fuck myself. So I rushed out the door horny as all could be. All day I just keep thinking about my dream. I’d rub my legs together getting myself wetter and wetter. But know it was just too much. I had to touch my burning pussy. I was dieing to dip my finger in my soaking wet virgin hairless pussy. We were taking a test and everyone. For the groundwork, you'll have to rent a small bulldozer. You only need it for one day and then you can use it as long as you want to. The benefit of time travels," he smiled. "I can help you with everything. And I think that at least Helga, Ela and Katja will help with the actual labor. They are very skilled with a hammer and saw, and they can even build a wall of bricks if you need one. Maybe for the chimney. But otherwise, I think it should be wood only. Well insulated, of course. It's. My name was written across the front of the envelope in a feminine hand. What was this? I tore it down and carried it with me out to my Jeep. I got in and opened it up. It contained a piece of paper that read: “I hope you’re going to remember me. My name is Nia and I met you at my family picnic this weekend. I don’t know how to start so I’m just going to lay it out and be honest--I’ve got to have you. The moment I saw you I knew I just had to have you inside me. Here’s my number . . . you.